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| Aahana Magnotta + | Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips. + |
| Aahana Malvici + | Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips. + |
| Aahana Volkov + | Petite with a lean but toned build not unlike an athlete or warrior that was also blessed with an hourglass build, even possessing a the hints of four pack when her abs are visible and a pair of thick, but toned graceful legs with slender arms. Her movements graceful with the hints of her background in dancing and horseback riding. Her narrow face dotted with as many freckles as the stars in the sky. A pair dark brows that are manicured rest over eyes like crystal violet blue glass which can be brought out more but her hair like corn-silk descending to her upper back. Below her almost perfect almost rests a pair of full but narrow lips. + |
| Aaron Blackburn + | Not tall, not short, not overly handsome, nor ugly; Aaron Blackburn is somewhere in the midst of all that. Until he flashes his toothy smile. It's a cocky grin, welcoming and offputting all at once. It has charm and charisma, and when it fades, not even his steel blue eyes can hold a candle to it. His hair is a brown-blond caramel of middling length, and his beard and mustache are the same. One might expect the tailor to dress in the height of fashion, to show off his cunning stitchery, but Blackburn does not, most often found in a simple ivory tunic, belted at the waist with a strip of brown leather, his pants a darker shade of sand, swallowed up by tall boots the same umbre hue as his belt. + |
| Abbas Thrax + | Two fierce pitch eyes engage the world from under a devil's brow. Abbas is born of two worlds. His royal father hails from the sand dunes of Eurus and his mother is a Thraxian princess; their union has left him bronze and manifested the wild build of a Maelstrom barbarian. His hair is long and unkempt and clumps in wild dreadlocks in an untamed manner. The beard of the man is thick and full. Dark circles have been stained permanently around his eyes from war-dye application from over a dozen years of violence and reaving in the Salt. Where his flesh is visible he is smothered in dark ink and scars anoint his features like a badge of honor. He is still young but streaks of grey permeate head against the backdrop of darkness. + |
| Abby Laurent + | Being of a slim build, Abby carries herself with the grace of her noble upbringing. Bright brown eyes are often relaxed, combined with a cheerful smile that marks her youthful features. Her brunette locks hang just down to her shoulders and are often parted to her right side. She favors the casual dress over anything that might compare to the excess of the peerage or the riches of the Church. Her voice carries softly, with hints of an Oathlander accent shining through each word. + |
| Abellus Ironfoot + | Built like a great bear, Abellus Ironfoot towers over others with an aura of strength and ferocity. His grey eyes carry an intense look that is easily mistaken for anger. His dark hair is kept short, cropped close to his skull. Clothing and armor usually seem hard-pressed to contain his bulky, muscular form. His battle scars show easily on his fair skin, and he carries them with pride. + |
| Abigail Lyonesse + | The woman is tall and slender, yet don't let that fool you, she is very capable of taking care of herself. Abigail is young, taller then many and with a form one may see with a archer yet there is something about her that is rather noble. Her stance, how she holds herself and how she portraits herself is what gives that away. Cinnamon brown hair flows to about her mid-back and has a slight curl to it, eyes of clear ice blue seem to almost glow thanks to her rather lovely tanned skin. Slender lips, high cheekbones give her a rather lovely face. + |
| Acacia Culler + | Boisterous and beautiful, Acacia carries a sense of adventure with her, with only a grin and a laugh. Hair like a seaside sunset falls in thick curls about her, practically pulled back when necessary, but flowing freely whenever possible. Large brown eyes take in the world around her and sparkle with saucy mirth, reflecting the myriad of emotions. It's hard to decide whether her smiles or scowls are more ferocious, but each has their definite appeal. Athletic, with a lovely face and generous curves, but her primary allure comes from the way she swaggers, sultry and confident. She can command a room, with her big voice and presence and few find themselves disappointed when she turns their attention on them. + |
| Acantha Clearlake + | This stunning brunette stands at 5'4" without her shoes on. Her rich chocolate brown hair is full of life as it wends down past one smokey eye and down along her high cheekbone as it crashes down in waves to a spot just below her waist. Even without the makeup, her brilliant grey eyes would shine like gems. above her strong nose, lush lips, and firm chin. + |
| Achard de Ange + | He is not a tall man at all, but he is built solidly and with the thick musculature of a healthy, robust life spent in hard work and training. Unruly blonde hair frames a clean-cut face not yet heavily marred, and sky-blue eyes hold the world in a grounded gaze. The classic angles of his face balance a strong nose with a clear brow and a strong, stubbled jaw. The man moves with the easy grace of a seasoned warrior, his posture one of instinctual balance and readiness. + |
| Aconite Fidante + | At 6 feet tall this Eurusi woman is a striking and poised figure. She boasts a satin complexion in a rich dark carob color that is striking when paired with jewel tones. Inky almond eyes are fringed with thick lashes under arched brows and her luxuriant dark curls are carefully styled and cared for to match whatever she's wearing at the time. The soft waft of milk and honey baths can be caught as the tall graceful limbed Courtier passes or gestures. + |
| Aconite Unknown + | At 6 feet tall this Eurusi woman is a striking and poised figure. She boasts a satin complexion in a rich dark carob color that is striking when paired with jewel tones. Inky almond eyes are fringed with thick lashes under arched brows and her luxuriant dark curls are carefully styled and cared for to match whatever she's wearing at the time. The soft waft of milk and honey baths can be caught as the tall graceful limbed Courtier passes or gestures. + |
| Adalbern Rimeheart + | Massive and imposing, Adalbern has been blessed with a powerful, athletic build that seems perfect for looming. His honey blonde hair is worn long and wild, typically unbound, framing a little trimmed beard and steel grey eyes. The man's movements are large, and expansive, but with animalistic grace to them as he seems to fill the room with every gesture. When he speaks, it seems to almost rumble from the low, deep tones that serve to make himself heard across a room and his presence known even though he rarely raises his voice outside of battle. + |
| Adalmus Nightgold + | Long, tied back raven-black hair falls loosely behind him, framing his chiseled features. Piercing blue eyes seem to examine everything within his gaze with almost a perpetual stillness. A bright white smile can almost always be seen underneath a dusting of dense facial hair further defining his strong jawline. + |
| Adalyn Clement + | Adalyn moves with the grace and energy of someone who seems to almost never be tired, there's bounce in each and every one of her steps. She's of average height and weight, with a build that lends itself towards athleticism while retaining some soft feminine curves. Her face is cute, heart-shaped and with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her straight nose. She possesses expressive green eyes, with flecks of gold just around the pupil. Her mouth is all too often pulled into bright, quirky smile that deepens her dimples. Long hair that is a lustrous honey-blonde is prone to cascading in soft waves over shoulders, when it's not plaited into two long braids. + |
| Adder Trahir + | With his perfectly oval face squared off with a princely jaw, and his long-limbed grace, Adder is a deviously handsome man. His hair is a lustrous brown, kept a little long - this man is sharp and polished, but he does not at all present like a soldier. This, despite the obvious strength and control in his form. His clothes are tailored and impeccable: white gloves and dark jackets over crisply collared shirts. His eyes are ridiculously dark and usually half-lidded as if he hasn't a care in the world, and his beautiful mouth is given to small, secretive half smiles near constantly. It's only a shame that they do nothing to warm those dark, dark eyes. + |
| Adelais Savatier + | This woman does not particularly stand out in the crowd. She isn’t a great beauty, but nor is she particularly plain or ugly. She’s average, if that can be a descriptor. Her face is slightly weather-beaten, skin tanned by time spent out of doors, and there are lines at the corners of her eyes. Her face is narrow, just the lean side of gaunt, with slightly sunken eyes and a hawkish nose. Dark brown hair frames her face, falling to the base of her neck and usually left loose or tied back and out of the way. Her expression tends to be muted, whether she smiles, laughs, frowns, or shoots a disapproving look (although the latter tends to be the most pronounced and severe). Her movements have a certain athletic grace to them. Not the easy flow and glide of a lady on the dance-floor or in a salon, but someone who has spent long, dusty hours working on footwork for swordplay. Her build is athletic and fit and the muscle in her speaks to someone used to violence and action. She wears little, if any, makeup. + |
| Adelphie Harthall + | Lady Adelphie's lips are very often parted ever so slightly to reveal her front teeth. It's as if she might at all times be chewing daintily on a secret little cube of cheese! Framed by rich brown locks, her looks are otherwise characterized by a strong nigh-masculine jaw that culminates in a gentle chin divet. The steeliness of her muscles is rendered obscure by a healthy layer of softness that prettily moves as she does. + |
| Ademar Napolitano + | This man is of very tall height with a slender body on a lanky frame. With a bit of a waifish appearance and softer features he might appear a bit younger than he is. He is fair-skinned with only a hint of a tan. A curly mass of dark hair covers his head, with facial hair neatly cared for and maintained into a refined style. A narrow moustache that covers the upper lip and continues down just barely covering the sides of the mouth without touching the corners of the lips. Also a small patch covering the front and underside of the chin only. His olive green eyes expressive when he wants them to be. + |
| Adora Bell + | Of rather average height, Adora's golden blonde hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust. + |
| Adora Ulbran + | Of rather average height, Adora's dark brown hair has been pulled up and away from her face in a series of knots that give her a slightly eccentric appearance. Her skin is pale with her hands and fingers marked by many scars, some thin and faint, others thicker, likely from a careless movement with a sharp tool. Her brown eyes are large, but often narrowed and mouth turned downwards in a scowl. She's thin, the sort of skinny form that speaks to a lack of nutrition when young, and she doesn't so much have curves as a sharpness to her, all unwelcome angles and elbows. Her skin is pale and often covered in a light layer of sawdust. + |
| Adrian Beeler + | The young man before you has shaggy hair that reaches just over the edges of his head, the strands a curly mess that show signs of an attempt at brushing. His eyes are a vibrant hazel and his body is skinny without much signs of hard work or cruelty in his life. A firm jawline adorns his face but lacks the authority that could be achieved on a much more muscular being. + |
| Adriana Fieldstone + | Country Charm is the term that comes to the mind of most when they see this rosy-cheeked lass. She has a nearly perfect smile with neat white teeth in a pleasant face with a bit of a rounded chin. Her hair is often kept in braids hanging down either side, and a smattering of light freckles dusts about her nose. She has the kind of curves expected of a country farm girl although she doens't seem to flaunt them. + |
| Adriel Glynn + | Adriel is a man of warring impressions: rugged good looks tamed by neat grooming and a nearly religious adherence to a baby-smooth shave; his rangy height and muscular strength gentled by elegant sartorial choices. His hair is midnight-dark, kept clipped short with regimental regularity. His skin is warmly tan, making the pale clarity of his green eyes all the more striking. + |
| Adrienne Pravus + | Austere, otherworldly, Adrienne does not have the sweet or sultry appeal that makes men fall in love with her. She is the saint cut in marble that they worship, an untouchable creature to a world in need of faith. Pale hair, long and wild when set free, flows away from her face. Her piercing eyes are too large for delicate features and of a gold so faint they nearly seem colorless. Graceful, Adrienne has a windswept quality to her movement. {w({nAdrienne, despite the tan from her weeks in the Saffron Chain, bears a sickly pallor, haunted shadows darkening her golden eyes.{w){n + |
| Adrienne Valardin + | Austere, otherworldly, Adrienne does not have the sweet or sultry appeal that makes men fall in love with her. She is the saint cut in marble that they worship, an untouchable creature to a world in need of faith. Pale hair, long and wild when set free, flows away from her face. Her piercing eyes are too large for delicate features and of a green so faint they nearly seem colorless. Graceful, Adrienne has a windswept quality to her movement. {w({nAdrienne wears her hair up and intricately braided.{w){n + |
| Aeden Grayhope + | A slender man in his mid to late twenties, Aeden is fair complected with even features under short, unruly black hair. Clean-shaven, there is a youthful vigor to him reflected in bright, light grey eyes and excitable demeanor. Signs of a life spent in pursuit of the ephemeral, he lacks the physical presence of knights or soldiers, instead more commonly touched by smudges of ink on fingers and clothes. + |
| Aedin Blackwood + | Light and slim, Aedin's petite height tends not to be evident right away. It could be in the long lines of her face, elongating the oval. The swan length of her neck poets have rightly celebrated, though rarely to her smiling, polite face. She is a study in shades of a northern day, her thick, wavy hair the colour of the sunshine dappling through stands of birch and beech. Braided strands form a fat plait wound-off halfway as her typical style, the loose ends curling halfway to her narrow waist. So too is the pristine clarity of her gaze evocative of the day sky, though not infused by particular warmth. Soft rose dawn graces her mouth, and her skin is not much brighter than the pearly glow of breaking daytime. She hasn't much weight or mass to her, and thus wears layers habitually. + |
| Aedric Blackshore + | Tall, like his brothers, and lean. He keeps his dark hair cut short and ensures his facial hair is always properly managed. He is known to adorn plate and chainmail during skirmishes on land or sea. In the eyes of a pirate, hurricane-force winds are preferable to boarding any vessel under the youthful Blackshore's employ. Cold, ruthless, relentless; few scoundrels are known to have escaped the man's wrath. To merchants and port authorities, Aedric is prompt, professional, law-abiding, and discrete. Those under his directly employ, whether they be marines or contracted sailors, admire his fearlessness, discipline, respect for the sea, and knowledge of sailing. If caught ashore, he is usually seen in garb that would signify him a simple commoner (e.g. leather boots, loose trousers, and a linen tunic). + |
| Aela Velenosa + | Aela's looks can be described as silver and gold. Her long hair falls loosely around her face and shine like golden threads in the breeze while her eyes emanate a piercing, almost translucent, silver. Faint rosy cheeks and lips bring life to her fair skin, softening her refined yet feminine features and accentuating her youth. + |
| Aelgar Navegant + | Deeply tanned, this athletic man is average in his height. Shoulder length brownish-blond hair is gathered back in a half ponytail behind his head to reveal a clear brow and angular features. That visage is centered around eyes like ocean skies and a proud nose, thin lips and a squared, thrusting chin. Weathered laugh lines nest eyes and mouth, visible clues to the good-natured humor that dominates his personality. Angular cheeks lead to a stubbled jawline, and then a sinewy neck that widens into sturdy shoulders supporting competent arms and clever hands. His build is firm and sturdy, with a broad chest and shoulders, and he bears the trim, balanced figure of the naturally active. + |
| Aelius Mercier + | A broad shouldered man in his late twenties, Aelius stands about 6'0" feet all, with a sandy blonde hair reaching up to the upper part of his neck. A pair of deep blue eyes gaze calmly away, matching with his aquiline nose and thin, rosy lips. This man has a strong square jaw, which contrast with the rest of his features. He is clad in a dark coloured, richly designed doublet which bears some golden adormens, being tied around his waist by a leather belt. A set of leather brown pants and black boots complete his outfit. + |
| Aella Ravenseye + | Lissome, and of proud bearing, Aella strikes a confident and capable figure. A true woman of the Northlands, she stands taller than many in a crowd. Her slender curves and lean muscle leave the impression that she could leap into action at any moment - whether on the deck of her ship or the dancefloor of a ballroom. At times, she is unmistakably Prodigal with thick, untamed waves of burnished copper hair cascading to mid-back - a few slim braids and raven feathers scattered throughout. At others, her expressive features are framed by carefully woven hairstyles that highlight the sparkle or storm of her gray-blue eyes and the fullness of her quick-to-smile lips. There is little in the way of unique identifying marks - no tattoos or prominent scars, but the careful observer may notice a symbol on the palm of her right hand. + |
| Aerandir Elensar + | Dull strands of black hair fall from the man's shoulders in ungroomed disarray, framing his lined face and neck in the manner of a lion's mane. An equally unkempt beard sprouts from his jawline in bristles, kept wholly untouched by any razor in recent memory. His hooked beak of a nose draws plain attention to the centre of a weather-beaten visage, set between a pair of lively grey eyes that may be considered his only redeeming facial trait against an otherwise marred canvas. Possessed of middling height and a broad build, his stocky physique lends itself well to his martial trade, leaning on the heavier side; it comes as no surprise that he boasts thick limbs and an expansive chest, stretching the leather restraints of his armour to their very last notches. + |
| Aerwan Valardin + | In more than a cursory inspection, it would be obvious to most that Aerwan was not a career knight despite some degree of relative physical fitness. He bears neither the predatory grace nor the imposing stature that most seasoned warriors seem inclined to inherit, and his complexion lacks both the tanning or scarring common to one whose pursuits are most often made in the training yard. An almost perpetually unruly mop of raven black locks grows thick from his pate, a noisy framing of a rectangular visage comprised of squared jaw into a rounded chin, given breadth by wide lips and thick brows. Perhaps the most notable of his features would be vivid blue eyes, their exact hue seeming to shift depending on how light catches them. + |
| Aerwyna Froic + | Relatively plump, the female has a healthy figure. She stands at 6' and though of a larger frame, has some muscle definition to her. Her complexion is dusky and smooth and her hair is curly and fluffy. Her light-brown eyes peer out from a rounded face above a button nose and full lips and her chin bears a dimple. When she speaks, her voice carries a husky tone. + |
| Aery Ashford + | This is a young woman standing at roughly 5'5" tall with a rather shy demeanor in her general body language. Wild, fiery red hair covers her pale-skinned face, partly hiding her green eyes and upper half of her face. She's generally not very well taken care of, but at least lacks any kind of scarring or other blemishes. The remainder of her body is slender, gaunt to the point where one wouldn't be sure if it's natural or a lack of food. + |
| Aeryn Laurent + | Aeryn is a strikingly prurient figure, a paragon of feminine beauty with a perfect hourglass figure and a build balanced between athletic and curvacious. She seems young; perhaps just having come of age if one had to hazard a guess, as there are no wrinkles, freckles, nor lines upon her face to betray any definite age. She seems fragile like a porcelain doll with alabaster skin and eyes that ring with wide-eyed innocence. Her bearing is noble, but not assertively so and she carries with her a very amiable aura. When speaking, this mirrors in her dulcet, honeyed voice whose tone is melodic and bordering on sing-song. Her smooth pale skin betrays a lack of time in the sun, and she speaks with an Oathlands slight accent. It's creamy to the touch and bears no scars, tattoos, or other defining characteristic. Her long and painstakingly cared-for ruby hair is almost always left down and falls to her elbows in loose, bouncy waves, framing her exquisite face with side-swept asymmetrical bangs. This face in turn is characterized by two key features: Her large, limpid crystalline eyes and full cherub lips that never run short of smiles. + |
| Aethan Kennex + | With an austere courage and a placid demeanor that almost never forsake him, Aethan has a noble countenance that is enhanced by a generally well-trimmed beard, and short brown hair that is neatly kept. His tanned face is lined by care, more frowns than smiles, and a profound melancholy has dimmed his blue eyes almost to gray. + |
| Agatha Redrain + | A solid wall of corded muscle and fierce strength, Agatha dominates rooms merely by entering them. Her martial stride, broad shoulders and lofty height make her impossible to miss, and the waves of her richly auburn hair make of her not just a giant but a fire giant, sparking with energy and life. The visible strength of her muscular arms suggest that she'd as soon dead hang as stand straight. Her eyes shine brilliant blue as a summer sky, framed by pale reddish lashes, and snap with intensity or sparkle with humor. It's easy to read her face: strong jaw, bold cheekbones, a profusion of freckles dusting skin too weathered a fair to be creamy or pale. + |
| Agnarr + | Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies. + |
| Agnarr Frost + | Nothing about this northern-blooded fellow indicates his growth is not a natural one : Agnarr's physique is broad, but not overdeveloped, with strong thews and symmetrical proportions. Standing above six and a half feet, and typically augmented by a helm and thick boots, his bearing is difficult not to notice. His face isn't quite as attention-catching; his straight nose bears a notch of a scar, his jaw juts slightly, but otherwise his mien is long and solemn, save for his pale eyes that tend far more towards grays rather than blues in the light. His crown is dusted with neatly-trimmed locks of an unremarkable blond, but his equally-groomed beard veers more towards the reds of hair color. Overall, he maintains a well-kept appearance, with his nails filed regularly, his teeth picked free of leftovers, his battle-scars kept covered more often than not, presenting an image of stalwart health - or alternatively, a form of advertisment for the trade he plies. {w({nHe's got a few plaits woven into his beard in a northern fashion.{w){n + |
| Agostino Alonso + | Somewhat on the tall side, Agostino has a lean build that lends itself to quick, even graceful movement, and his tanned skin suggests a fair amount of time spent outdoors. High but subtle cheekbones and a slightly pointed nose make for a handsome face, with dark brown eyes that are often intense, whether it is with mirth or focus on some task or another. His jaw and chin are often covered in a beard, though he typically keeps this trimmed and groomed to match the dark, shoulder-length hair on his head that never seems quite as well-tamed as he might hope for. His manner of dress tends toward functional over stylish most of the time, as one might expect from one of his humble roots, though he is not averse to dressing up should work or other escapades take him somewhere that it seems suitable to do so. + |
| Agric Leary + | Combed, pitch black hair covers this man's head in a consistently clean and well groomed state. Pair this with a smooth, shaved face and a crisp, focused demeanor gives clear evidence that Agric is a man who favors practicality and detail. Plump, full lips draw the most attention to his face, often enough to distract those who listen to him when he does speak. The attention those lips demand is offset by those bright green eyes of his, which are inadvertantly seductive with a meer glance. + |
| Ahmar Nightgold + | Ahmar is a bit above average height and somewhat slight of build considering his occupation. He isn't big but he is strong considering his size, well toned muscle to account for his above average strength, but lean enough to be quite agile even when fully armored up. His dark brown hair is a wild mess of curls growing mostly up and out rather than down. His beard matching in color, but not wildness. He is somewhat pale and his face usually looks like a man who doesn't sleep that much, his eyes usually with some darkness under them. He is of standard nobility good looks, but he does a good job of hiding it with his somewhat scruffy wild appearance. + |
| Ahriman Grayson + | Ahriman Grayson is a pale figure that stands six feet tall. He appears to be in his late forties and he keeps his beard and hair long.vvThe dark strands are well cared for and add an almost stern countenance to his visage. His body is thin and a little gaunt but his frame suggests he was once more able and muscular; his body was clearly very able to support a more athletic and mobile build once upon a time. The man's movements come with a limp and he keeps most of his body covered save his face. He often wears high collars and other fashionable choices that hide his neckline from view. He strikes an imposing and authoritarian figure when he wants to do so. + |
| Ahrsen Damane + | Just over 6'6 and built something like a pit fighter. He has the good looks to go with it too, a firm jaw and a short length beard to give him that 'wild and rough' look. Long brown hair with lighter streaks falls around his face and well past his shoulders, it's wild and tangled as if he just got out off of a fast sailing vessel. He looks every bit the part of a bad boy, a half smile that always seems to be on his lips, almost a smirk as if everything is amusing to him. His dark blue eyes gaze hungrily around him, intense and soulful. + |
| Ahven Granger + | In another life, Ahven might have been a noted beauty. There's a smokey quality to her liquid dark eyes, thickly lashed and framed by dark brows. She has a gamine build, lissome and graceful, and the lush curve of her bowed lips is stained by the blush of youth. In this life, however, those delicate lips part for a hellion's grin, and her dark eyes are bright with challenge. There's startling power in her frame: strong calves, powerful thighs, and the kinds of arms and shoulders that have made challengers rethink their duels. She's nearly as quick on her feet as she is with her tongue, and this saves her from most of the troubles that her tongue earns her. + |
